Around the age of 8, I began experiencing internal prejudice. I remember waking one morning to find my parents upset that our garage was defaced, with the words "honkey" spray painted on the door. It was like it just began to flood in after that. My brothers were jumped at school, my friends in our neighborhood became enemies, and our house became a target for destruction because of the tone of our skin. I remember being the target for bullying right before we moved to Texas when I was in the 7 th grade. This girl, who was eventually joined by a group of girls, would bother me every single day. Stealing my books, my basketball uniform, my coat, kicking my chair during class, calling me "bitch". I was like "Yo, what the hell, man?" It was all because I was light-skinned with long hair and supposedly thought I was all that. It got so bad that I quit going to class. I would only go to the classes she wasn't in until we moved (6 months later). I never told my family what was happening, although I knew it was wrong and I should have.
Brittany, Volume 2
Self-love is a direct reflection of the happiness you seek within yourself. I didn't always possess it, but I discovered this beautiful sensation in 2013 after undergoing some serious mind, body, and soul-searching. Discovering and cherishing self-love is vital for others as well. There is no better feeling than being comfortable in your own skin without any fears, insecurities, or hatred toward yourself. I believe that any community will benefit from the upsurge in positive energy that transpires when all its members learn to love themselves wholeheartedly. My journey to self-love began with accepting and moving past my first experience with colorism. I was seven years old when my older sister told me that I was dark, crusty, and had nappy hair. My two siblings and I are joined through our father but not our mother, even though we were raised in the same household.
Vernard, Volume 2
When a lion is on the hunt, it does its best to single out and separate a zebra from the rest of the herd. As long as that zebra remains with the herd, its chances of survival are tremendous. Sadness operates the same way by trying to separate an individual from others and devour them. It begins by making you feel alone and as if no one understands what you’re going through. In those moments, we need each other more than ever—so stick together, seek assistance, and understand above all that we need each other. When we do that, sadness has a tougher time staying on our tracks to keep us down, no matter the situation. I’m not saying that sadness isn’t real or that it’s wrong to feel that emotion—but when we feel sadness, we can find support in others and avoid going through things alone. We’ve all been hunted by sadness and other negative emotions at some point in our lives, so the truth is that we’re never alone. We don’t have to feel shame or prove our strength by facing it by ourselves. Remember to tell yourself that love conquers all and you can make it.